Prologue

 He stared into my bloodshot green eyes with frustration while I sobbed gently as I kept my chin high. The more I looked into the windows of his soul, the more my confidence was killing me slowly. I looked down at the ground, containing myself before I lunged into his arms and buried my head into the crook of his neck.

From my new view, I looked outside the nearby window sill, in awe at the rain pouring down in the Kansas summer mid-day heat. I knew it will be much like winter without him; on my own. I didn’t know how I would make it through. I felt like the clouds right then, just pouring tears.

He slowly let go of my waist, his deep brown eyes showing sadness and fear. He didn’t want to say a word, I felt, but as I was touched by a sheer coldness that came upon me, he backed away. I looked him up and down slowly, admiring his attire. His body was engulfed with a neat new uniform- standing up tall and straight. His hair was slick and tidy, looking professional.

Without warning he turned on his heels, being silently called, and slowly walked out of the front door, and out of my life.

In my left watered eye, I saw my aged grandmother standing at the wide door frame, seeing the heartbreaking hurt in my eyes. I furrowed my blonde brows as she started moving slowly towards me, arms open. When she was only an inch from my face, she looked down at my growing stomach, and touched it gently with her fingertips with pure pity. I remember she gave me a slow peck on my flustered cheek, grabbed both of my hands, and said, “It will be alright, Sarah-Mae, cross my heart.”

My state of affairs was cliche as Hell.  

Reviews

[Steven]

Hey, nice start. Def has potential. But if you are serious about it, it'll take some real work! Starting with reading these books a few times through:

--Self-Editing For Fiction Writers, by Browne and King
--Woe is I, by O'Conner

THEN devour all of the short stories you can find in The Seattle Journal, Ploughshares, New York Times, The Atlantic... READ READ READ...

THEN you will have the tools you need to tackle this with excellence. Otherwise, it will just be a sub-par attempt. But if you want it enough, and work enough at it, you can do it; you can create a fantastic novel, with the right raw materials.